Scrambled Eggs with Desert Truffles

I remember one time walking out of Hamra street, a once vibrant street in Beirut, during the last days of winter and seeing a vendor with styrofoam boxes overflowing with lump-like things held together with clear tape.
The first time I saw these sandy-stone-like produce I thought they were the world prized truffles with the amazing flavor and the unique aroma. I made risotto and shaved* some of those on top. I even buried one in a jar of short grain rice to fragrance it for risotto.

*shaved, more like crumbled it on the box grater’s slicer side only to get grains of sand later with every bite because I didn’t clean them well

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Only later did I learn that these truffles are not the same thing.
These beautiful spores are called Desert Truffles. They are harvested not using dogs or pigs like western truffles but by roaming the desert landscapes (not desert dunes, but bare lands with rare vegetation) looking for bumps and cracks in the land. They dig their hands down and pull out the sand hoping there’s a something worthy in there.

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The Spill

WARNING: This week’s spill is serious.
It is something from a list of things I want to address and an incident happened online and I felt I should be writing something.

This post is against bullying.
Bear with me

I believe bullying is unacceptable.
We should teach those we have an influence on to be kind and not to be bullies. At the same time, we have to teach them to grow thick skin to face the remaining bullies in this world.
The world will not be bullying-free (I don’t think it will happen soon), but at least we can be prepared to face it and keep going. That’s what we get from stories from successful people who faced bullies at some point in their life.
This isn’t addressed at children only. The online community (of adults) can be pretty savage sometimes. We have to learn to let it slide like water off a duck’s back than get the best of us.

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Banana Pancakes

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My love for pancakes is UNDENIABLE!!!

But I can’t be eating pancakes EVERYDAY. As mentioned before (hello long-time followers of the blog who know of this) pancakes make me feel secure and comfortable. It is a comfort I created for myself after bad times. Not like the pancake plot in the series YOU where it was a comforting reminder of Beck’s father who made them for her as a kid. The best pancakes I’ve had are my own and let that be clear! (no cockiness here)

As I said, it’s not a good idea to have pancakes every day. It’s like dipping bread and sugar munching on it. It’s made worse when paired with high fat high sugar toppings. HELLO NUTELLA (I’m so glad I am not a fan of Nutella, bu t I would scoop Biscoff cookie butter by the spoonful into my mouth). So I had to come up with a trick! Continue reading

Sautéed Wild Greens

 

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This week is the first week of Lent for Christians following the Western church.

Although we are not fasting this year at home, we still made some Lent recipes.
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The Spill

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  • The habit was to share a photo of me licking something I spilled. But this week I spill some gorgeousness with this hot haircut. What do you think? Delusional? 😂
  • Recently read an article about a Tinder nightmare. That guy who fooled a girl into believing he’s filthy rich only to start asking her for money on the promise that he’d return but he never did. This is some scary shit. No, not the money thing. But being fooled that someone is deeply in love with you only to turn out to be all fake.
    Oh wait… that happens even without a scammer. Damn
  • I am not on tinder…anymore. Or any other app. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have my share of DRAAMMMAAAAA.
    I AM THE DRAMA, mamma!

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